Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Vietnam and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing T.S.O.L. to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Gang Starr,
Can,
The Tremeloes,
the Sonics,
Joy Division,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sun Ra,
Iggy Pop,
Dawn Penn,
Nas,
Joe Finger,
Anakelly,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
X-102,
A Certain Ratio,
Moss Icon,
Neu!,
The Velvet Underground,
E-Dancer,
Radiohead,
Groovy Waters,
Blancmange,
Flamin' Groovies,
Glambeats Corp.,
Negative Approach,
Stiv Bators,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Depeche Mode,
The Residents,
Q and Not U,
Rekid,
Sun City Girls,
Tubeway Army,
Minor Threat,
Alton Ellis,
Mantronix,
The Remains,
Youth Brigade,
Soul II Soul,
Lungfish,
Quantec,
The Moleskins,
Average White Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
F. McDonald,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soft Cell,
The Dead C,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Standells,
Don Cherry,
Intrusion,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Susan Cadogan,
Circle Jerks,
Roxette,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.